Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
June of 44,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.